Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Madness - Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

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Sometimes when I sitIn my comfortable chairI think of the worldAnd the unrest that's thereRiots and clashesViolence everywhereFrom Syria to the UkraineDeath is in the airIllegal gold miningTakes young South African livesBombs in BeirutCause people to dieThe poor in BrazilGot Samba to doCarnivals comingAll bright and newProtesters in BangkokWant Government replacedHere at home I wonderCan this be our fate? Our leaders don't listenHeads in the sandKeep smiling for the voteWith greedy outstretched handsWant our gunsOther freedoms toIgnore The ConstitutionGot spying to doWe have to putOur people back to workNeed dirt in our fingernailsAnd grease on our shirtsI watch the Olympics from SochiSuch a breath of fresh airThanks Mr. PutinFor keeping the Olympic spirit alive thereThe world is a messNo matter where you goIt's madness, pure madnessSo sad that's all we've come to know.